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Hypothetically, who'd be asking--some creepy stalker who's about to get fired?
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Oh, yeah, I'm jealous. Please, won't you stare at my ass as I walk away?
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Just when I shot that guy, I thought I'd go all fetal position. But the truth is, I didn't feel anything. At all. I hope I'm not some kind of a psychopath.
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OK, when the alert level goes down, and the terrorists have been caught, we can have some chamomile tea and I'll tell you all my secrets.
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[as Jack strangles an FBI officer and a horrified teenage boy looks on] Don't worry... he's really good at this.